Sarah Jane grinned from ear to ear in relief at the sight of the smiling, waving boy. "Luke!" she called. She took a few steps toward him, then paused, not wanting to worry him too much by being too eager to see him. But, thank goodness, he seemed to be in one piece, if a bit dirty. If he'd been exploring, as he'd said, it didn't surprise her. And, not that she'd considered it till now, she was probably a bit dusty herself from that floor. Neither Castiel, nor Remy nor the Doctor had said anything, though, perhaps out of kindness, perhaps because they hadn't noticed. Didn't really matter. What did matter, right now, was her son, smiling, coming up to her.
"I'm so glad you're all right," she said, opening her arms for a hug. "I've been worried. The moment I saw your handwriting, I...." She trailed off, not sure what exactly to say. There was so little she remembered here, and she didn't want to worry him over her bad memory.